Unfulfilled
Apr 26, 2015 16:38:46 GMT -5
Post by Whiskey Ayano on Apr 26, 2015 16:38:46 GMT -5
[[OFF-SCREEN]]
The crowd doesn’t pop like I’ve heard it’s supposed to, like countless a person that’s been in the position I found myself claimed they did... I spin hard, elbow connecting harshly with the larger wrestler’s jaw, a smile finding my lips in that moment as three things happen.
Firstly there’s the satisfaction of realizing O’Shay accidentally suckered his own client to turn into the blow.
Secondly the moment my elbow and forearm connect with Deron’s jawline he goes boneless and hits the ground as his nervous system resets. The power from my blow sending his jawbone into a vital nerve cluster. Textbook knockout. A part of me sends out a pang of nostalgia knowing that if this were inside the cage, I’d be well within my mind to swarm him and land blow-after-blow until the ref shoved me off.
Thirdly I get my bearings before that kill instinct dictates my actions and fall atop him for the pinfall. I doubt my technique is correct, I’m more than certain Franklin has enough power to toss me bodily off of him... if he has his senses...
one... two... three...
... lucky for me he doesn’t. My words to him before becoming reality as the ref raises my hand into the air for the crowd to see. Presenting me as their winner and-
...
-polite applause. A few whistles from the sorts that hadn’t minded witnessing my match if only to see Franklin and O’Shay knocked down a peg. There’s no appreciation for me, for my skill or effort.
I could have been a blow-up doll, as long as the outcome had been the same, these people still would have clapped. Those few still would have whistled in appreciation. I was nothing more than a golem.
I feel like I’ve been lied to.
My hand is raised...
... but I don’t feel like the winner.
* * *
[[ON-SCREEN]]
(The camera flicks on to reveal AKIRA Kaede, holding our view as she holds the camera while she’s seated at the back of what looks like a bus. Her hair hidden under a knit skaters cap and her iPod earbuds draped around her neck as she addresses us)
”So I won. My first professional match against a far more experienced opponent, and I took him down and scored the pinfall. I suppose I should be pleased... happy even. I did exactly what I said I was going to, exactly what Deron Franklin and O’Shay thought I couldn’t. Yet...”
(A pause)
”... I’m not. In all honestly I’m not that pleased by my showing or what it possibly could mean for me going forward, because besides getting the momentary satisfaction of getting to elbow Deron into multiple sclerosis... it didn’t prove anything. To me, I mean...”
(She takes a deep breath, uncomfortably unsure about choosing her words)
”I knew I was the better fighter when I went into my first match... and going into this next match, against Butcher and Tillman? It’s not the type of match that rewards the better person... it’s... too erratic. Too many variables that an additional person throws into the mix... and I find myself feeling like I’m being set-up to remain unfulfilled for match number two”
(The sigh slowly escapes her)
”Terrence, Butcher... I started fighting just for something to do, and I stayed with it because it proved that I could be something. I don’t know if this match will grant me that feeling... but I hope for your sakes it does”
(A smirk)
”You don’t want me unfulfilled and pissed off”
(Cut to black)
The crowd doesn’t pop like I’ve heard it’s supposed to, like countless a person that’s been in the position I found myself claimed they did... I spin hard, elbow connecting harshly with the larger wrestler’s jaw, a smile finding my lips in that moment as three things happen.
Firstly there’s the satisfaction of realizing O’Shay accidentally suckered his own client to turn into the blow.
Secondly the moment my elbow and forearm connect with Deron’s jawline he goes boneless and hits the ground as his nervous system resets. The power from my blow sending his jawbone into a vital nerve cluster. Textbook knockout. A part of me sends out a pang of nostalgia knowing that if this were inside the cage, I’d be well within my mind to swarm him and land blow-after-blow until the ref shoved me off.
Thirdly I get my bearings before that kill instinct dictates my actions and fall atop him for the pinfall. I doubt my technique is correct, I’m more than certain Franklin has enough power to toss me bodily off of him... if he has his senses...
one... two... three...
... lucky for me he doesn’t. My words to him before becoming reality as the ref raises my hand into the air for the crowd to see. Presenting me as their winner and-
...
-polite applause. A few whistles from the sorts that hadn’t minded witnessing my match if only to see Franklin and O’Shay knocked down a peg. There’s no appreciation for me, for my skill or effort.
I could have been a blow-up doll, as long as the outcome had been the same, these people still would have clapped. Those few still would have whistled in appreciation. I was nothing more than a golem.
I feel like I’ve been lied to.
My hand is raised...
... but I don’t feel like the winner.
* * *
[[ON-SCREEN]]
(The camera flicks on to reveal AKIRA Kaede, holding our view as she holds the camera while she’s seated at the back of what looks like a bus. Her hair hidden under a knit skaters cap and her iPod earbuds draped around her neck as she addresses us)
”So I won. My first professional match against a far more experienced opponent, and I took him down and scored the pinfall. I suppose I should be pleased... happy even. I did exactly what I said I was going to, exactly what Deron Franklin and O’Shay thought I couldn’t. Yet...”
(A pause)
”... I’m not. In all honestly I’m not that pleased by my showing or what it possibly could mean for me going forward, because besides getting the momentary satisfaction of getting to elbow Deron into multiple sclerosis... it didn’t prove anything. To me, I mean...”
(She takes a deep breath, uncomfortably unsure about choosing her words)
”I knew I was the better fighter when I went into my first match... and going into this next match, against Butcher and Tillman? It’s not the type of match that rewards the better person... it’s... too erratic. Too many variables that an additional person throws into the mix... and I find myself feeling like I’m being set-up to remain unfulfilled for match number two”
(The sigh slowly escapes her)
”Terrence, Butcher... I started fighting just for something to do, and I stayed with it because it proved that I could be something. I don’t know if this match will grant me that feeling... but I hope for your sakes it does”
(A smirk)
”You don’t want me unfulfilled and pissed off”
(Cut to black)
